A review by blue_has_no_value
John Henry Days by Colson Whitehead

2.0

This is nearly a hundred pages longer than any other Whitehead novel, and I could feel every extra word. It's maybe the most glaring recent example of Second Novel Syndrome--simultaneously about everything and nothing, overwritten and underfocused.

There's clear proof here that Whitehead would eventually be great--and now he's won two of the past four Pulitzers--but this one's a struggle.